There's muckle for us tae do before the' hoose we've saved is set in order.

It's like a hoose that's been afire.

The firemen come and play their hose upon it.

They'll put oot the fire, a' richt.

But is it no a sair sicht, the hoose they leave behind them when they gae awa'?
Ye'll see a wee bit o' smoke, an hour later, maybe, coming frae some place where they thocht it was a' oot.